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They was a lot of stairways, the place was as confusing as hell, everywhere led to eachother. “Are there tunnels to?” Crescent asked. “Yeah there are, basically under these stairways” she replied. “This place sure needs a lot of cleaning” Merida said touching a dusty artifact. “The dwarfs would do it” Gamma said. That's nice, we have servant people here in Garou.

"What? Why are we wasting time? Guys?" Rashid heaved as he tapped his forefinger on the opened history book at a certain paragraph. It spoke about how the dungeons beneath the king's mansion were huge and divided into different rooms. Each passage led to a different room; and each room was further divided into several rooms. It was kind of like a maze. A wrong passage would take them to the wrong room and they might end up getting stuck in a room that's far away from where Hunter and Claire were held hostage. "Are we going to unwind the other passages then?" Levi's query was answered with a small nod of head. "Okay, let's do it quickly."

There are many types of dungeons, some are created naturally through the over-accumulation of miasma over a certain area, which causes a dungeon to emerge naturally. "Natural Dungeons" are those that emerge naturally through over-accumulation of miasma, and are focal points that also continuously absorb miasma from the environment, however, miasma is continuously made as residual energy from any type of energy, be it vitality, magic, or soul energy. Due to this, Dungeons and the world make a natural cycle where such energies are constantly recycled.

All this was happening around the time that Katey and I were playing Dungeon Raydens a lot and I inadvertently saved a copy of myself in the game. Imagine an old, on-the-blink PC. You have a choice to refresh, reset or restore it. Refresh would give me a hangover not unlike what a shot of tequila would give an eighteen-year-old 120-pound human. Reset, on the other hand, would be a Jason-Bourne-level amnesia. And Restore? The damage of Restore depends on how far back the Restore Point is. In my case, it was precisely 9 days before prom, pre-Cool-off with Katey.

++++++ The five children looked to walk away from their palace, known as the Monster Slayer Guild headquarters, in the early morning when the ceiling of Fort Forsaken's artificial sky appeared to be a bright blue with white clouds. This morning's activity on the fortress's first floor, known as the Dirt Floor, had indicated crowds. Nearly all people who lived on the Ground Floor and were monster hunters and warriors flocked to the Forsaken Fortress Association to ask for admission to the Dungeon. Of course, you can do this by paying a set number of hell stones. There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there?' Nawa stated as they waited in the courtyard of the Association's Ground Floor rep

"Everything isn't about love at the moment. If I don't act, Seven in one pack will fall and stupid love cannot save that. I l.. like Beatrice but I need Tahira, I will go to her when all this is over. A huge monster just appeared from nowhere and a lot died, I can't risk that with Tahira. Don't ever try to stop me!" I warned and left her side when my dad called me back. "Wait Aiden! There's a secret passageway to the dungeon but the way can be very tricky so it needs extreme care. If not, any mistake might destroy the dungeon." He says and stands up tipping his chin with his fingers as if in deep thoughts. "Go to the back of the dungeon where there are no doors and trace where you see crafte

Seth The humid, rarefied air fills my lungs as I advance through the dark corridors of the dungeon. My footsteps echo off the worn stone walls, creating an ominous echo that seems to mock my presence. Each step I take is a reminder of the uncertainty surrounding this grim adventure. The dim light of a torch flickers in front of me, casting dancing shadows on the mossy walls. The flickers of the flame reveal the deterioration of the structure: cracks in the ceiling, peeling stones on the floor, and worn murals telling forgotten stories. These once-splendid murals now fade into the darkness, as if the dungeon itself has absorbed their vitality.

"I hope this would ease your mind. You must be aware that your feet are causing you a lot of pain. "Running barefoot is impossible for me." It was awful enough having to run in boots with the heels taken off of them. He let her know that she would not be running anytime in the near future. There are still six hours left until our departure. You had better get some rest and dry off if you want to continue." Her throat became parched. "Six hours? How come it's already six o'clock? Where exactly are we? Is there air to breathe?" Yes. There are many different sites of ventilation located throughout the caverns.

(Elijah) Massaging my shoulder Elijah assured my worries. "Thanks, Okay let's pack up and ready to move..we still have a few hours before the nightfall….(T.A.S is the dungeon monster reset every night?..)". [No, it's only reset every 1 week..Normal monster was the only thing that can re spawn, Lord, treasures and other's wont…].(T.A.S)

He wasn’t walking into this underlevelled anymore, and that alone settled something in the back of his mind, and importantly he got the homing shot back. “Good enough,” he muttered as the clearing opened up ahead. The dungeon entrance stood at the centre, a worn stone arch embedded into the earth, faint carvings shifting subtly across its surface. A thin veil of light filled the opening, steady and quiet, marking the threshold. Players were already gathering nearby. Some grouped up, checking gear and talking through plans, while others lingered further back, watching and waiting, clearly unsure whether they were ready to step through. Riley scanned once, then spotted them.